who am i?
i question all the time
even though i'm existing in my own mind
i feel like my body is a host
and i'm watching the world
on 8 milimeter film
and it's sad
i just don't understand what it is to feel
and i guess it doesn't matter
cause who am i ? and what is this world?
hollow hollow hollow
hollow, is what i feel
for my depth has been sold
for 100 bucks and a bowl
"wont you come see me, queen jane?"
dylan is my true love
for he speaks to me like no one else
no one will ever compare
play your harmonica notes, slowly, on my pussy.
i don't care
who really matters? who am i?
who is watching. who is really judging
cause i feel like no one does
even if they did, there's always the great escape
everyone wants fame
but no one is real anymore
and it gets me asking what i'm living for
and sometimes the answer is "for love"
and other times the answer is "for revenge"
the new world is just trying to make you all stupid
i won't let it
my soul will hide in the 60s
for i don't belong dumb and empty-minded
look, just understand this
there's probably only one chance
to make things good.
so if you get the chance, say hello.
- Marilyn Metzger